“Um hmmm,” she confirmed, nodding and making notes. Shef clearly agreed with this assessment and made several heartfelt, but unsuccessful, attempts to escape its proximity during the appointment:

Later, Dr. K. arrived, determined my wart to be “gigantic,” and pared down the callous on top of it with a scalpel. Finally, she assembled the necessary tools for cyrotherapy:

After several painful treatments,

she pronounced me suitably frozen.

“Now,” she said, “a wart this size generally requires two or three treatments. When the blister [which, by the way, is FAR too repulsive to picture here] breaks, send me an email and let me know what’s going on.”